Stroke me pompadour, pompaduooor, pompaduooor, pompaduooor.
Stroke me pompadour, father. Stroke it nicely while I tell you about the
problems I am having with my car an my girlfriend. Ooo-wo-woo, the white man's
burden!
Her and her girlfriend used to go out and booze it up and
tear up the upholstery; rip the seats completely out, and so I got a fifty-six
Olds. About the time I got it running decently, she got in it and wrecked the
trans . . . tore it completely up, so I had to get another Oldsmobile (either
that or go to Tijuana or go to BROWN MOSES way down in Egypt-Land). It's so
hard on a child when his car is fucked up. Buy me a Volvo, faaather.
[Harry-As-A-Boy:]
Isn't it terrific, artificial RHONDA!
[Crab-Grass Baby:]
One-Adam-Twelve . . . see the enormous white pompadour!
Ha-Ha-ha-ho! That's a good one! Hoo-hoo-hoo.
[Harry-As-A-Boy:]
He's so young, and yet, SO WISE!
[Crab-Grass Baby:]
I pooped my pants, pooped my pants, pooped my pants! I went
doody, faaather, sob-sob-sob-sob-sob.
[Harry-As-A-Boy:]
His vocabulary is astonishing!
[Crab-Grass Baby:]
So what if you suck a little cock every once in a while?
[Harry-As-A-Boy:]
Ohhh . . . I'm so lucky to have a son like this . . .
[Crab-Grass Baby:]
Barf me out . . . gag me with a Volvo!
[Harry-As-A-Boy:]
I can't wait to show him to all the fellas down at the
MINE-SHAFT!
[Crab-Grass Baby:]
Take me to the movies. Buy me a balloon. Stroke me
pompadour!
[Harry-As-A-Boy:]
Look! Look! Look at the pecker on him, wouldja!
Goodjy-goodjy-goodjy-goo! Hoo hoo hoo!
[Thing-Fish:]
Dis boy have a 'PROVLEM'! However, how 'bout a nice round of
applause fo de three 'WISE MAMMIES', comin' atcha outa chute numba five!
Thing-Fish-"The Crab-Grass Baby" Lyrics
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